a tour around hell

"Yes, Praetor. " The sharp and untarnished reply came.

From Barbarian to slave, and from slave to captive. This english land did definitely have unusual customs, pondered the man. But like he should have, he kept his maw closed.

The russian was content in following the Alpha to the captives quarters. Already, he had memorized a large chunk of the land. He would need to know every stick, every boulder, and every blade of grass, if he were ro be successful.

Vector knew he didn't sell himself to one faction, that he did what he knew would keep him alive, and able to remain successful, but he wondered. This sterling man had made a very similar impression that the Russian's homeleaders would have, just a smidge of the mercy there, but close enough. Perhaps this was a pack who he could actually stay in, for the remainder of his time on this earth.
Vivid emeralds scanned the land, ears rotated to catch every little sound, and he listened to the alpha, appropriately.